humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
What Lies Outside
Once upon a time, not long after we realized we’re too old to listen to fairy tales, there was a town. It was not an ordinary town, for it was locked away in a tight, little box, painted entirely in cold, dreary grays. This is what everyone saw, except one girl. She lived in an abandoned farm outside of town, and no one was certain from where she'd come. In her eyes, the town glistened with color. Vibrant scarlets, daring crimsons, blues to match the sky and sea, the deepest greens like Christmas pines, and white like new, crisp snow… but no one else could see. They feared her, for she was different, but her intentions were wholesome and pure.
By Willow Rakiah Creager 5 years ago in Humans
Nobody You Know
In my teenage years it was a combustible time for my emotions and thoughts. I was a girl that did not know English, with three older brothers and a single mother. I played with dolls and spoke to them has if they were real to compensate the fact I did not have friends. Until I was in the process of learning English, I discovered American music.
By Rosmayra Guerrero5 years ago in Humans
Destined Love Is a Flawed Premise
If I could laugh through tears, I would, but alas I´m not that cynical. The afore-mentioned quote is attributed to Daeida Wilcox, a wife of Harvey H. Wilcox, a man who purchased 120 acres of land from the original 480-acre ranch, sometime in 1887 – a land on which the green, indestructible vines of show business sprung from.
By Zara Miller5 years ago in Humans
Standing Offline
I’m watching the world wake up outside my kitchen window. Blue skies, sunshine and brave little birds toddle across the lush green carpet of lawn spread wide between two fence lines. They feed from the springtime worms nestled in the earth just below the surface, and I think here in Washington State this may be as close to Ireland as I’ll ever get.
By Susana's World5 years ago in Humans
Narcissistic Wins
5/3/2015 Monday Layla looks up and sees him standing at her doorway. It took forty-eight hours after his relapse but there he stands, as expected, wanting connection and attention. Derrick doesn’t care that she’s sleeping. He doesn’t have a concern for how she feels at all. He wants to feel better after not speaking to her or the kids since before Friday. He has no concern for how his silent abuse might hurt others, only that he’s tired of it and now needs her to help him feel justified in his psychological weaponry.
By Dezi Golden5 years ago in Humans
This is the life for me.
The droplets ran down me, cold as ice, leaving a soft trail behind it sticking to my skin. As it trickled down my arm, over my wrist, down my fingers, I closed my deep brown eyes only to open them when I felt the droplet topple off the edge of my fingertip and hurtle towards the floor with a silent splash.
By Bella Higgins5 years ago in Humans
End Of The Road
The journey in life isn’t all set in stone, or is it always going to be the path you dreamed of. Identifying with which roads or road you hope to take is the first step. Identifying with why you want to take this journey, what positives it has to offer you, is the next step.
By Cathy Deslippe5 years ago in Humans
Harassment
The woman sitting across at the table pushed her reading glasses to fit better on her nose, cleared the throat and started a barrage of words that felt like darts thrown in my direction. It sounded like a Gestetner machine churning out insults hidden inside verbosity of a pundit. I was almost amused at her try at more of an altruistic approach when she engaged in mimicking affection by saying:
By Katarina Glozic5 years ago in Humans
